Ghazal Circling Fatherhood Carlos Andrés Gómez My mother exalts her long-gone father. Driving home, laments the failings of my father. Sees her ex-husband in my excuses, tells me: That’s just like your father. On holiday, he sneaks away to work; I take a work call. Like son, like father. Before, I tried to outrun my shadow when sun met twilight, like Earth’s late father. God sacrificed his son for his life’s work. So we sing heavenward to honor the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit—Forgive me, for I have sinned, become my own father— not who raised me, but those [...]